ADINNA’S POV
The Headmaster’s office is enormous, like it’s built to make anyone walking in feel small. The windows stretch high and the bookshelves reach higher.
When I enter, Jace, Salem, and Dean are already there. They stand side by side like a well-trained act. Salem has his arm in a sling. Dean’s cheek carries a faint bruise and Jace looks almost saintly with a tiny cut on his lip, his expression calm and wounded.
The Headmaster is seated behind his desk. His gray eyes are sharp and unreadable. “Miss Adinna,” he says. “You stand accused of violent, unprovoked assault. You will speak after the victims give their account.”
Jace steps forward. “Sir, we were in the library studying when Adinna came in shouting. She said we’d been spreading rumors about her. Before we could explain, s
